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[ The video feed clicks on to reveal Robert Capa — a man in his mid-thirties with shaggy hair (still damp from the tube where he awoke) and a five o'clock shadow and narrow shoulders covered by the ship's uniform he found in the locker marked with his identifying number. His eyes, bright blue, are particularly striking in that they are wholly calm, despite the latest series of events. The rest of his face is calm as well, the muscles of which never really rearrange themselves much to convey this emotion or that. When he speaks his voice is measured and even, though there is a certain start-stop to the cadence.

His words are prefaced with an inhale. It seems to steady him. ]

I guess I should start with the obvious question. We can figure out where to go from there, depending how the answers trend. [ Capa rubs his chin; the scrape of his stubble is audible. ] Is anyone here part of the ship's natural crew?

[ He pauses, letting that inquiry and whatever implications it may carry set in. There's a vague flicker of emotion, maybe worry, in the set of his mouth but it's as understated as the rest of him. ] And maybe, more importantly: can anyone recall how they got here?

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[ Now, a proper touch of earnestness. Two words, that's it, then gone again. ] Thank you.

[ A pause. Moving on: ] My crewmates and I are going to attempt to explore the ship later. Lay of the land, try to get a better understanding what we're looking at here.

Until we get concrete answers from someone who understands the scenario, knowledge share's going to be valuable. If you want, I can brief you with whatever we find.

A concise and logical assessment.
[ that's a compliment. and an unnecessary one at that, especially given that the voice on the other end of this device has already shown himself to be exceptionally reasonable. spock hadn't permitted much leniency by way of expectations, but this contact has been remarkably fulfilling.

regardless, the words are likely as much for himself as for his listener. ]

I believe a briefing would prove mutually beneficial. When the occasion arises I shall provide the same.

Great. [ Capa doesn't sound pleased, but he is. He's not a social creature, but he is human at the end of the day, so particularly successful interactions still fill him with a kind of tempered satisfaction. It's not a feeling he actively pursues, but he doesn't shun it either when it does come. He hadn't expected to find it here, so the satisfaction's nice as well as surprising. A soft rustle as he nods, affirming. ] Great.

If you need to contact me, you can hail me over the comm system. Or— look me up. I'm at— [ More rustling as Capa checks the number tattooed on the inside of his arm. ] —001 >> 008.

Understood, Capa.

[ the nod is mirrored on his own end. a subtle gesture, barely a motion at all, but present nonetheless. there is, however, no accompanying rustle of movement. his number, as everything else, has been committed to memory. ]

I am Spock, located at 001 >> 200.
Should you desire to contact me, hesitation is unnecessary.

Spock. [ Capa repeats. A quick confirmation as well as an acknowledgment. Maybe even another thank you. He doesn't go through the sorts of pleasantries of introductions like nice to meet you or the pleasure's mine. Instead: ] Details as I get them.

[ Another pause and then Capa terminates his end of the conversation. ]

Capa out.

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